The last generation console was called “Old Faithful” by everyone who knew it.
In days gone by, the machine could run all day long without tiring, without breaking a sweat.
There were signs of overheating, to be sure, but the temperature did not reach a feverish pitch.
Was the problem what the console consumed? No, it was fed a steady diet of simple, old school games known to be easy on the digestive system.
Now dust covers the console that once entertained everyone.
Its formerly black wires have become ashen; these are not the grey whiskers of wisdom.
As we ponder the machine’s future, it lies dormant in its own dust.
Will the old console run again?